Merry Christmas To Me

I believe it is necessary to buy yourself Christmas presents. This year, I took a trip to San Francisco & went to WICKED...and got some really great seats...with 8 great girlfriends. This is what makes me proud to be single. I can do stuff like this :0) Megan had buddy passes, via Kevin, and so we all flew standby. I left on Friday night. The 4 of us that went this night took the bus downtown, walked around town, singing Christmas songs, ate at Rain Forest Cafe, slept in a nice hotel, and giggled a lot.

The next morning, the other 5 thankfully got on the flight. After eating a world famous breakfast, we met up and ate again. The Ghiradelli store provided us with some delicious peppermint bark...a few times. It helps when no line exists :0) The clam chowder in a bread bowl was delicious. I watched a gang of seagulls steal a hot dog from a lady. We saw Santa running with no shorts on. The cable car was so fun. Walked to Orpheum Theater, enjoyed WICKED...it is well worth it to get expensive seats :0) I could see Elpheba's nail polish. Then we booked it back to the bus station, and made it to the airport, only to find out that we weren't going to make the standby flight. Naturally, we rented a car. A 12 passenger van named Brigham. And off we went.

The 12 hour drive went by quickly for me. I was in a van with some of my dearest friends...and I had all their attention. And even though I had a failing voice, I sure talked the entire time. What a great present! Every part of the trip was necessary and perfect. Even stopping on the side of the road for a little break, running to McDonald's to satisfy my craving for their fries, changing the heat in the car, sharing a bed with Megan, spilling water, finding sixlets, enjoying the sun, seeing everyone walking down the streets of San Fran. I have been deeply blessed. It was a great trip, but I have some stellar friends.